Chapter 4.

Cindy:

"What?" Carl and Sheen answered at the same time.

"Well, after first period today, Betty Quinlan stopped me after first period and---"

"I wonder if Betty likes llamas…" Carl said dreamily, blinking his abnormally small eyes behind his round bifocals.

Yep, that's Carl, the llama lover...

We all stopped what we were doing and stared at the guy.

"What? Don't you think she's pr—"

"SO, what happened, Nerdtron?" I asked dryly. I couldn't decide whether to punch him first, or to make him virtually a eunuch when he stood up after he finished his lunch.

"As I was saying, she invited me to accompany her in the luxury of her hot-tub, and I—"

At this point, Libby gasped a little, her coffee-brown eyes widening. Then she resumed her normal posture and expression.

I could practically hear the gears in that scheming little head of hers grinding together at top speed.

"Cindy," Libby smiled deviously, "don't you think you should go and—"

"And so considering the chances of danger of being alone with Betty in her hot tub, I have cordially requested that all of us are to be hot-tubbing with Betty, instead of watching the Ultra Lord movie on Saturday. And Betty has agreed." Jimmy finished his statement and looked at us for approval.

"HOW COULD YOU JIMMY! YOU…uhh…TRADED US IN FOR BETTY QUINLAN INSTEAD OF A CHANCE TO SEE ULTRA LORD SHOWING OFF HIS...uhm...MIGHTY SKILLS OF FIGHTING CRIME AND BATTLING THE EVILS OF THE GALAXY! WHY, WHY MUST WOMEN BE SO SUCCESSFUL!"

Sheen was wailing his concerns while the rest of us agreed to Jimmy's idea. Except for Carl, of course. The poor llama kid was torn.

"J-J-Jimmy, do I have to swim in a hot tub to survive the bubbling depths of lukewarm, chlorinated water?"

"Why, Carl, I thought you wanted to acquaint yourself with Betty."

"Y-yes, b-b-but this morning, I fell asleep in f-f-first period, and I dreamed t-t-t-that—"

"Carl. Just don't go if you're afraid you're gonna drown in front of Betty," Libby said. "I'll be there, Jimmy. You will too, Sheen." She winked at her hyperactive boyfriend.

"If you insist, my beloved!" Sheen brightened up.

But from his puzzled expression, I don't think he understood what Libby was trying to imply.

I wish my love-hate relationship with Neutron wasn't so complicated...

Everyone looked at me, waiting for my decision.

"Uhm," I stalled, nervously tracing figures on our brown cafeteria table, "Erm…right. I'll be there."

Jimmy smiled brilliantly, while Libby signaled 'Call me' and Sheen and Carl were ranting about the troubles of their lives.

I had a feeling that Betty was, no doubt, up to something.

As I ate a little more of my fettuccini, I suddenly thought of something.

We still have Dad's old baseball bat in our garage. I'm sure it'll fit into my big bag with all the necessities that I will be bringing over to Betty's.

Was it a wooden one? I think Betty deserves a metal pounding…

IF she does something…err…well…you understand.

Author's note: YES! Finally, I have had time to write this chapter. Most of my big tests (like today, we were tested over all the American presidents and all the smallest information about them. My brain is fried.) are gone, so this story shall hopefully progress a bit more faster.

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